Tessera - Amber
The stall in the forum shaded Muco as he worked the leather. As far back as anyone could remember, his family, his father, his father’s father, and beyond, had sold leather goods in the forum.
He threaded a needle, placed the strap of the bag against the wall of the bag, and pushed the needle through with help from the leather padding on the palm of his hand. Others might punch holes and tie with leather strips, but stitching lasted longer and was secure.
He listened as he stitched. He learned more from listening than from any public announcements. Patricians ignored his presence and spoke as if no one was there. Take these two, standing in front of his stall.
“...and I heard he went before the governor today.”
“It’s hard to know what to believe. Sura causes trouble ju
